I'm chagrined to admit I don't know the plot lines associated with many of his works. I like his work! The one that still makes me laugh is the one where a guy is mistaken for a girl and s/he has to fend off all sorts of advances. Hilarity ensues.

I had a little book of insults gleaned from various plays by Shakespeare. I can't find it now, and I'm desolate! I did copy a few that I really liked into a .doc, thank goodness. If I can find that, I'll post it here, because I find them endlessly entertaining! The twisted part (to me) is that if you deliver any of these to the "average" (?) individual with a congenial demeanor, they have absolutely no clue whatever that they're being mocked. hehehe I guess I have a "streak" in me LOL

I found my file. It's a long one! Hope it gives someone a few grins

You do me most insupportable vexation.

You show yourself highly fed and lowly taught.

He will lie, sir, with such volubility that you would think truth were a fool.

No more light answers.

You would answer very well to a whipping.

Rogue, thou hast lived too long.

The most infectious pestilence upon thee!

I will no further offend thee than becomes me for my good.

How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge?

Well said! that was laid on with a trowel.

Your mistrust cannot make me a traitor.

‘tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue.

I do frown on thee with all my heart.

Take good heart, and counterfeit to be a man.

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

I would the gods had nothing else to do but confirm my curses!

It is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors.

One may smile and smile and yet be a villain.

More matter with less art.

This is the very coinage of your brain.

Assume a virtue if you have it not.

Such bugs and goblins in my life!

I am benetted round with villainies.

‘tis a vice to know him.

You tread upon my patience.

You are the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth.

Thou art violently carried away from grace.

You stand in coldest expectation.

What wind blew you hither?

Your horse would trot as well were some of your bags dismounted.

I should be angry with you if the time were convenient.

Vexation almost stops my breath!

Your railing is intolerable.

Unworthy though thou art, I’ll cope with thee.

How quaint an orator you are.

The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.

Some strange commotion is in your brain.

This is a piece of malice.

Have mind upon your health, tempt me no farther.

There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell as thou shalt be.

The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him.

Be not lost so poorly in your thoughts.

Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!

Thy sin’s no accident, but a trade!

That’s somewhat madly spoken.

What’s here? the portrait of a blinking idiot, presenting me a schedule!

Wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant?

I had rather be set quick in the earth and bowled to death with turnips!

This is the rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.

With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover and prove an ass.

Four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed by one.

The man, as you know all, has a contemptible spirit.

He doth indeed show some sparks that are like wit.

Heaven truly knows, you are false as hell.

Fiend! you torment me ere I come to hell.

You diffuse infection of a man!

You’re unfit for any place but hell.

Take with you my most grievous curse.

She speaks, yet she says nothing.

If our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done. For thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of thy wits than I am sure I have in my whole five.

If I am waspish, best beware my sting.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Bite him to death, I prithee.

You ‘mongst men are most unfit to live.

I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

You breathe in vain.

I’ll beat thee, but I should infect my hands.

Words pay no debts.

What folly I commit, I dedicate to you.

You great monster of ingratitude!

He has been yonder in the sun practising behaviour to his own shadow.

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

Go off, I discard you.

Go hang yourselves, all; you are idle, shallow things. I am not of your element.

More matter for a May morning!

A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

You are a coward, a most devout coward, religious in it.

Vent thy folly somewhere else.

You are the sourest-natured dog that lives.

Let me deal coldly with you.

She’s lost past all cure.

Your best props are warped!

Be intelligent to me.

I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.

Though he is not naturally honest, he is so sometimes by chance.

I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause the false way.

Edited by: EXOTEC at: 1/8/2013 (12:56)

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